I am
salt and pepper follicles
an antique framed
limited edition preserved
treasure
unique, among
the ebony and ivory
of life.

Hot flash induced
words spew humid opinions
and pirouette ageless grace.
My "cup runneth over" rants
accepted
respected
disguised as wisdom.

My shell travels South
my heart travels North
my words caught midriff
sans baggage.

Steppin out...
piano man
tickles my ivories with
rat - a - tat - tat
jazz boogie hands playing
the notes to perfection, never
tiring the rhythm.

Decaffeinated
java induced inspirations
flow freely
while I count pixels on
white paper canvases
desolate of words - the
emptiness of writer's block.

Daylight
bids farewell on the heels
of moonlight afterglow and
I reminisce quiet storms.

A day in the life,
back in the day
matters not.
It's the pepper and salt
to taste I have to offer
now.

Ah! Turning 50.